Showbiz Scandal: The Official Announcement of My Ex and Myself

Chapter 522: Singles Can Easily Feel Stifled Here

With the doctor’s approval, Yu Xia got an extra piece of scallion chicken and a bit of fish-flavored shredded pork.Xie Qingci didn’t feed her any more, quickly finished his own meal, and then held her in his arms.

"Want to take a nap?"

Yu Xia shook her head, peeked at her brother’s side, and whispered in Xie Qingci’s ear.

"I want to go to the bathroom."

Xie Qingci paused for a moment: "I’ll go with you."

The IV bottle needs to be held high, or it will backflow.

Yu Xia shook her head and declined: "I’ll go myself."

It’s fine to play with him in the bathroom usually, but it’s awkward to go to the toilet together at such a serious moment.

But Xie Qingci insisted: "No way, I’ll go with you. What if you get dizzy again when you stand up later?"

"No need, I’ll walk a bit slower, it’s not that far, ah—" she exclaimed softly.

Xie Qingci had already picked her up.

"Hold on tight." He took the IV bottle with one hand and walked toward Yu Heng’s direction with her in his arms.

Next to them, there was a toilet inside, and fortunately, the single-person ward was well-equipped, so there was no need to go to the public bathroom.

The ward was quite large; it would take some to walk over. Yu Xia held on to Xie Qingci’s neck, burying her head to avoid looking at people.

But when they passed in front of her brother, they were still met with a couple of sarcastic remarks.

"Are your limbs degenerating that you can’t walk? Going to do what? Can’t you call me if you need something?"

She responded sullenly: "Going to the toilet."

"..." Indeed, she couldn’t call him for that. He thought of suggesting Yue Ling, but then remembered that Yue Ling was pregnant, so that was also not an option.

His gaze wandered around the ward and landed on Mei.

"Couldn’t you ask your assistant?"

Xie Qingci already carried her past them, gently refuting, "Mei doesn’t have much strength."

Then he went straight behind the locker room, turned a corner, and reached the toilet.

Yu Heng still had words stuck in his throat, feeling uncomfortable and unable to eat.

Yue Ling glanced at him with amusement: "Why are you so upset? Isn’t it normal? Aren’t you happy he cares about Xiaxia?"

"I’m not upset." He said with a straight face.

Isn’t that being upset? His nostrils were practically flaring.

Yue Ling pulled his hand over her still-flat belly, softly saying: "Alright, it’s nothing, just like when I was sick, you were also very worried."

Yu Heng visibly relaxed, palm resting on her belly, not daring to move, while the wedding ring on his ring finger shone dazzlingly under the ward lights.

He Ci and Mei watched nearby, observing silently without commenting. After finishing their boxed lunches, they used the excuse of throwing out the trash to run outside.

Being single and poor, staying inside for too long felt suffocating.

Out in the corridor, they stood at the end, feeling the breeze. He Ci pushed open the window and looked downstairs, noticing reporters still stationed outside the hospital.

Carrying cameras and standing under the sun, they panted from the heat; truly dedicated, who wouldn’t admire their diligence?

"Xi Heng has left, so why are they still here for just one official boyfriend and two family members? Are they planning to capture the joyful news of Yu Xia’s recovery and discharge?"

This isn’t the kind of daily task for entertainment reporters; it should be filed under the positive promotion for a charity organization.

As he leaned out the window watching, Mei tugged at him and whispered:

"People in the other wards and the nurses at the station are sneaking peeks at us."

Every head-turn and glance, seamlessly shifting to pretend to admire the scenery, could be straight out of a film academy textbook.

He Ci waved dismissively: "Ignore it, there’s no real gossip to see. We’ll also need to coordinate with the company soon to push back her upcoming schedule. Luckily, considering her wrap-up these days, there aren’t many announcements, just some magazines... Tch, it’s fortunate that film and television festivals are months away."

Mei asked about business, "What about the brand ambassador show? I think it’s in half a month, should we push it back?"

"No need, half a month should be enough to recover. If not, inform the brand a few days in advance, we can owe them a favor next time."

"Oh... He, there’s a super handsome guy coming out of the ward over there."

He Ci instinctively looked over to see a tall, striking man standing at the VIP ward door, with prominent profile lines, the kind that instantly marks him as a handsome man.

The man seemed very aware of their gaze, glanced over, his eyes sharp and imposing.

Once assured they posed no threat, he shifted his gaze away calmly, said a few words to someone inside, then closed the door and left.

"He is really handsome," Mei was almost in awe, "is he a celebrity too?"

He Ci gave her a pat: "What are you thinking? Do you really think all good-looking people are in the entertainment industry? From his watch, clothes, and demeanor, he seems like a rich heir, and judging by his posture, he’s probably served in the military. Alright, stop looking, there’s no connection to you anyway."

Mei didn’t mind: "I never said I wanted a connection, just simple admiration. How come I’ve never seen such handsome people before? These past few years have been filled with the allure of handsome men."

He Ci pointed at all the VIP wards down the corridor to show her.

"Understand this, these are luxurious wards money has built, frequented by only the rich or those handsome and rich, of course it’s different. You used to visit the first and second floors for treatment; the people you saw were hardworking individuals, comparable to everyone pulling late-night shifts to finish a PPT—what good looks did you expect? Better odds of spotting someone suffering from kidney deficiency."

Mei: "..."

His words had a way of leaving lasting impressions; she began mentally tagging men below this floor with the stigma of late-night induced kidney deficiency.

The more she thought about it, the less appealing it seemed.

"But there’s a reason I advise you not to look too much—open your eyes wider to observe the situation beyond appearances. Did you notice how the nurses at the station don’t dare to glance in that direction? They only dare to explore the star gossip here. What does that indicate? It indicates power or intimidation, that others don’t dare provoke. Some wealthy heirs don’t even appreciate being stared at longingly, so watch those electrifying eyes of yours."

Then he pulled her back inside: "Let’s go in."

Inside the ward, Yu Xia was already back on the bed.

This time she wasn’t in Xie Qingci’s arms but lying on her side, facing him, soothed by his gentle stroking of her hair with her eyelids drooping.

Yu Heng and Yue Ling weren’t in a rush to leave either, speaking softly from their seats, the four gave no particular reaction when the others returned; after a while, they too sat down before Yue Ling asked them to keep watch.

The domineering couple were heading back.

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ps:

The newly introduced character is from the next book; initial designs suggest the scene taking place is relatively thrilling.